Friday, December 30, 2011

The Crawler

So LWK has been crawling for a while now, but he has gotten REALLY good at it the last week or so.  I love how he uses his forearms to propel himself forward instead of his hands!

The Fear of Allergies

We have slowly been introducing solid foods to LWK since he turned 6 months old.  Sometimes I am excited for him to try new things and other times I am scared to death.  Although I don't have any food allergies that I am aware of, J is allergic to many foods and most scary of all is nuts.  From the research I have done, there is only a 25% chance that LWK will inherit the allergies that his dad has, but it still scares me to death that something might happen to him based on what I feed him.

Honestly, things have gone pretty well over the last 3 months of solids.  We have gone pretty slowly and since he has had such horrible colds and bronchitis in the last month, I haven't pushed too many new things on his little system.  So far he has successfully been eating bananas, applesauce, sweet potatoes, pears, plums, carrots, blueberries, peaches, squash, broccoli, rice cereal, oat cereal, turkey and most recently Cheerios (he loves shaking the little Gladware cup around with the Cheerios in it, I am sure he will grow up to be a drummer).  We had our first less successful venture over the last week with green beans.  Green beans are NOT an allergy that J has, but they are legumes and related to nuts.  

The first day I gave him green beans, I steamed them and did the Baby Led Weaning idea of giving him a bean that would fit into his little hand and let him chew on it.  He choked a little since he wasn't used to having getting to feed himself.  It made me a bit nervous since I usually give him purees and I am in control of how much he eats.  He seemed pretty happy to feed himself and I was chalking the experience up as a success.  

However, on Christmas Eve, I steamed green beans to serve everyone and pulled out a few for LWK and used a food grinder so as not to completely freak out the grandmothers by handing him an entire green bean.  He ate them and turkey and sweet potatoes and then choked and spit EVERYTHING back up  He didn't have a fever.  He didn't seem upset. It wasn't projectile.  We all just thought it was due to his super runny nose and all the mucus he had been swallowing with his most recent cold.  

On Boxing Day (as our friends and family to the North call it) he woke up with THE WORST diaper rash he has had in months.  Crying and screaming when I changed him kind of diaper rash.  We pulled out the big meds from this summer and it is almost all cleared up, 3 days later.  He also hasn't had green beans in the last 3 days.  In fact, I have been scared to give him anything more exciting than applesauce, oat cereal, bananas and sweet potato since Christmas.

So here is my dilemma:  do I try the Gerber over-cooked, super-watery, not-even-identifiable-as-green-beans-aside-from-their-green-color green beans or do I bag the green bean idea for a month?  Next on the list to try are peas (an allergy that J DOES have, the legume thing again).  Our daycare mom has bought foods to give LWK and is sensitive to my worry about allergies, so she specifically requested we try green beans and peas over the holiday break.  I hate being scared and I want LWK to have a good variety of foods in his diet as he closes in on his first birthday.  However, more than anything, I don't want him to be uncomfortable or, even worse, have a full blown reaction that requires a trip to the ER!  From what I can tell, his diaper rash (if related to the green beans) would be classified as a "food sensitivity" rather than an allergy since he didn't break out in hives or seem to have other reactions.  Oy, I think I need to sleep on this one.

Tuesday, December 27, 2011

Daddy's Gift

I forgot to add that J got a fun gift from LWK:

LWK has been a bit of a bear to get to bed lately, so this was a perfect gift for our inside joke.  If you don't know the story, here is Samuel L Jackson narrating it on Letterman (warning, is isn't really kid friendly):

Christmas Day

LWK's first Christmas morning was a success, but really, how could it not be?  We got up and opened stockings, but LWK was far more interested in his old toys:

We had to do a rewash of his cute Christmas jammies, but they were worth the wait for the photo op.

He got lots of presents from mom and dad, Uncle J and soon-to-be Aunt S and of course Grammie and Grampie!

Grandma and Grandpa came for dinner, so mommy had to put on another cute holiday outfit - isn't the hat the best???

By the end of the night, he was happy to go under his Go-Pod and play by himself (with his old toys of course).

And I can't pass up him of the photo of him with a tiger by the tail:

Monday, December 26, 2011

Christmas Eve

LWK had his first Christmas Eve at Grandma and Grandpa's home with Grammie and Grampie from Canada and Aunt J, Uncle C and Cousin J.  There was yummy food (but LWK slept through dinner) and lots of presents to open.  He was a little confused because he wanted to play with his new presents before opening any new ones!  He even stayed up late - until 9:30!

Grammie and LWK match in their Scandinavian sweaters!

Look at how cute the boys are holding hands!

Cousin J's favorite books!

LWK's first Laptop!

Sunday, December 25, 2011

Merry Christmas!

Not to get overly religious, but I have been doing lots of thinking about the holy family during this Christmas season.  I guess I just have a better understanding this year of the hopes and dreams a new parent has for his or her child.  I wonder if Mary knew how her precious baby boy would change the world and the sacrifice that would be made for all believers would be her sweet son...

Merry Christmas from our little family to yours!

Amazing photo of LWK by Chapters Photography

Thursday, December 22, 2011


LWK is changing so fast, I have to write it down or I will forget all these sweet moments!

LWK has been playing peek-a-boo for a few weeks now, hiding his face and then laughing.  Today he did something new.  He help his burp cloth up to cover MY face and started laughing when he dropped it.  I am loving his little sense of humor!

Wednesday, December 21, 2011

Guncle Visit

The Guncles came to visit LWK (and mom and dad too) this evening.  The time, like always, was too short.  LWK got some loves and was able to show off his sweet "Little Dutch Boy" shirt they brought him in June when I was SURE he would NEVER fit into it!

LWK loved having new people to show off for and is loving the sweet little car rattle they brought him from Amsterdam.  And the wrapping paper, of course it was a hit!  It was like getting two gifts in one!

The Champagne

In the hustle and bustle of getting ready for guests and family to come for the holidays, I probably wasn't watching LWK as closely as I should today.  I keep forgetting that he is so much more mobile and curious about everything.  He was also refusing to be in the same room that I am in (as long as he is the one that crawls away and it isn't Mom who leaves him).  Things got a little too quiet and this is what I found when I checked on him in the dining room :

I didn't realize that I needed to hide the booze from my 8 month old.  You can just call me Mother of the Year.

Friday, December 16, 2011

Playing Hookey

LWK and I played a bit of hookey from school and daycare yesterday.  After 3 concerts and yearbook photos within 24 hours, mommy needed a break.  I decided that I needed some mommy support, so we crashed Parent/Baby class in Kirkland and had coffee with B and AGM before the beginning of class.  So fun to catch up with them!

We hadn't been to Parent/Baby class since LWK was just about to turn 6 months old and in 2 1/2 months the babies (including LWK) are REALLY moving.  It was fun to see him play with the other babies (and their toys).   He seems to be pretty laid back.  If another kid took the toy he was playing with, he would just move on.  Love it! It makes me even more of a believer in daycare - he knows what to do with other kids.  Even with my friends who have babies, I don't think he would interact as well if those were the only kids he saw in his life!

I also had one of my first Mommy/LWK separation moments.  He was happily crawling and playing, but kept looking back to make sure I was there.  Such a bitter-sweet moment for me.  He is getting to be a little person who wants to go out and explore the world, but needs to make sure I am there to back him up.  It just tugs at my heartstrings to know that he doesn't need me as much physically, but still does emotionally.

As a music teacher I am always shocked by how many parents just drop their kids off for a performance and pick them up afterwards.  I just don't know how a parent can miss those moments when their child wants to make sure that they are just there for them.  I know I envision band concerts and baseball games where he looks up in the stands to see if we are there, and one of us always will be.

Wednesday, December 14, 2011

The Clapper

Clap On (clap, clap)  Clap Off (clap, clap)......

LWK started clapping tonight!  He seemed surprised by the sound that it made.  I will have to teach him the proper band director way to clap REALLY loud when the time comes!

Wednesday, December 7, 2011

The ER Visit

So poor little LWK has been fighting a cold since October.  Since then, he has been teething and starting solid foods, so i just figured he kept getting colds and not quite shaking it.  I took him to the doctor just to get him checked out and our doctor sent us to the ER!  She was worried that he had RSV, or pneumonia or bronchitis.    Nothing like an, "I think you need to take your 8 month old to the ER" to get mommy to freak out.

J met us at the new Swedish in Issaquah.  We got in right away and they were assessing him before we knew it.  The did an RSV nose swab and a chest x-ray.  Thank goodness that they just diagnosed him with bronchitis (really the less scary of the options).  The super nice doctor gave him a breathing treatment and sent us home with an inhaler.  He hates the inhaler, but he is getting better.  Thank goodness for modern medicine!

Monday, December 5, 2011

The First Christmas Tree

We got started on our Christmas decorating this weekend.  The outside is done and we have the tree up with a few ornaments.  LWK wasn't quite sure what to think, but he was warming up to it by the end of the night and very willing to pull on the ribbon!  Maybe it isn't such a good thing that he just became mobile and there are lots of things to touch and pull on in our house for the holidays!

The tree is a bit prickly, Dad.

Look at those twinkly lights!

Okay, it's just too tempting, I have to pull on this!

Sunday, December 4, 2011

The Practice Present

Grandma and Grandpa brought a gift for LWK on Sunday so he could practice opening a gift.  You know how this is going to go....
The present.

This bow is amazing!

Mom usually tries to stop me from ripping paper.

A book!  I like to turn pages.

About 15 minutes later......

Yes, there were a few "dada's" thrown in there for good measure.  LWK also found that paper is quite tastey and fun to rip.

The First Word

Well, it's official.  LWK's first word is "dada" often followed by a nice raspberry at the end.  When you say "dada" back to him, he smiles.  When you say "mama" to him, he gives you a blank stare!

Saturday, December 3, 2011

Hello Santa!

Our trip to visit Santa at the Cougar Mountain Zoo was a success!
It was pretty cold on this December Day.  LWK was all bundled up!

We got to sit in Santa's Sleigh!
LWK was fascinated with the man with the beard!
We promise that LWK has been VERY good this year!

Thursday, December 1, 2011

8 Months Old

Wow, this month has gone fast than any other month so far!  November has been pretty exciting with teeth and crawling, I wonder what December will hold?
    This month LWK:
    • Weighs about 17.5 lbs - he is finally filling out!  Mom and Dr. Gonzalez are relieved that he gained a pound and a half in 6 weeks!
    • Is about 27 inches long, but it is nearly impossible to measure his length since he is so wiggly!
    • Has 1.5 teeth
    • Wears size 6-9 month clothes
    • Wears size 3 diapers and I think we finally figured out why he was reacting to cloth diapers - detergent build-up!   Hopefully we can spend the holidays in cloth diapers!
    • Drinks 35 - 40 ounces of formula each day
    • Eats 2 or 3 small meals a day of Bananas, Applesauce, Blueberries, Oat Cereal, Peaches, Carrots, Plums, Sweet Potatoes, Squash, Pears, Broccoli and Turkey.  His favorites are Carrots, Bananas and Pears.
    • Is sleeping though the night again, thank goodness.  I wish we could teach him the difference between weekday and weekend sleeping!
    • Takes about 2 hour long naps a day and usually snoozes in the car.
    • Sits in a high chair at home, at grandma and grandpa's house and at restaurants!
    • LOVES jumping in the exersaucer that Aunt J loaned us even though mom and dad drug their feet on having a big plastic monstrosity in the living room.
    • Pays attention to mom and dad signing to him.  Hopefully he will sign back soon!
    • Blows lots of raspberries
    • Practices babbling - He says Ahhh-Baaaa a lot and we like to joke that Abba means father in Hebrew and he is already speaking in other languages!  He also does Gaaaa, Gooooo, Baaaa and Booooo
    • Is exploring his world by "licking" everything - tile, carpet, toes, tables......
    • Loves to shake the "egg."  "Shake it like a polaroid!"
    • His favorite toys are his music egg and rhythm stick, Mortimer the Moose, Sophie, spoons and anything that chimes or crinkles.
    • Rolls all over the place
    • Can sit up but prefers to be on the move
    • Gets up on his hands and knees and rocks (and flops himself forward)
    • Army crawls!
    • Was a trooper for family photos
    • Was spoiled by Aunt J, Uncle C and Cousin J while mom and dad went to the car show
    • Is going to be a big cousin to Aunt J and Uncle C's new baby boy in March!

    Wednesday, November 30, 2011

    The Birth Story, aka I am Still Mad

    So everyone has an idea of how they want to bring their baby into the world.  When I think about my mom (and my friends' moms) things were pretty prescribed and standard.  My mom talks about finding out that she was a couple months pregnant after a vacation and that her doctor appointments pretty much just checked her blood pressure after she walked up a couple flights of stairs, so it was always high.  That was pretty much it for her until she went into labor.

    Fast Forward 30+ years, and I found out I was pregnant when I was just over 4 weeks in, had a doctor's appointment 7 weeks in and saw the heartbeat, had an ultrasound at 12 weeks, 20 weeks, 30 weeks and 34 weeks.  I had my blood pressure checked and quite a few blood tests.  I was given lots of vitamins.  I was told what I should and shouldn't do regarding what to eat, what to drink, how to sleep and how/when I should give birth.  I had a pretty uncomplicated pregnancy aside from my "advanced maternal age" at 35.  Part of me really wished I pregnant in the 70s, maybe I could have just enjoyed it and not worried so much since you didn't know there WAS so much to worry about.  As a catastrophizer, this made me one nervous nellie!

    From the beginning, I knew I should have done a bit more doctor shopping.  I wasn't thrilled with the nurse.  The doctor seemed nice but a bit cold.  I wasn't thrilled with the hospital where I was going to deliver if I went with her - they didn't do cord blood donation and it was 45 minutes from our house.  But it was close to my family.   When we talked about a birth plan, she said that if I wanted to make sure that the birth didn't go the way I wanted, I should have a birth plan.  I wasn't into the idea of having a birth plan that mandated everything, but it would have been nice to have some say.   But she came highly recommended by my GP.  For goodness sakes, my GP goes to this OB/GYN.  If this doc was good enough for her parts, she should be good enough for mine!  Right????

    A week and a half before my due date, my doctor wanted to monitor the baby to make sure he was doing okay.  He didn't like having a monitor on him, so he kept moving.  When we finally got him to settle down, his heart rate was fluctuating too much.  Off we went to the hospital to be monitored.  After an afternoon being monitored, his heart rate was steady.  We were sent home but told to go back to my doctor's office two days later. This all made me nervous and I decided that I need to start my maternity leave a few days early.  Thank goodness I did since when we went to the next doctor's appointment, LWK's heart was doing funky things again and she decided that since I was 39 weeks I should be induced.  I asked if it would end up meaning I would have a C-Section.  She didn't think so.  I signed papers consenting to be induced.  Little did I know those papers also meant that I pretty much lost all choices I had hoped to make about LWK's birth.

    Off we went to the hospital again.  This time with all our stuff.  We had a beautiful corner room that looked out on a gorgeous flowering cherry tree.  It was my dad's birthday and I was hoping our little guy would be his birthday buddy and not an April Fool.  They got an IV going and the nurse got my blood everywhere since it took her 3 times to get the IV in. They started my induction at about 3pm.  I was totally fine until about midnight when the contractions hit me like a ton of bricks.  The medicine I could have would only last about 20 minutes and I could only have it three times.  I wasn't dilating.  I couldn't move into more comfortable positions because the baby was being monitored.  I couldn't take a walk to try and speed this process up and relieve the pain.  All I could do was have a death grip on the bed rails and try to breathe.  And cry.  I was able to get up to use the bathroom, so I would just try to make it for an hour when the nurse would check on me and I could go to the bathroom.  They kept checking me and I still wasn't dilating more than a centimeter.  I have never felt that much pain in my life and it was horrible to be told I wasn't far enough to get any more pain medication.  My water broke at about 4 am.  When my doctor came in at about 6:30, I had made it to 3 centimeters.  She didn't think I was dilated enough to be in so much pain.  She reluctantly called for an epidural.

    By then it was 7am on April Fools Day.  And it was shift change for the nurses and anesthesiologist.  So I got to wait.  I swore at people trying to help me.  I kept being told to stay still so they could monitor the baby.  When the anesthesiologist came in I was in tears.  I had to be still as she put it in.  I cried and swore as I stayed still.  Then relief.  Sweet relief.  She came back to check on me and I introduced myself and apologized for my previously unkind demeanor.

    J and I both slept for a few hours.  It was heavenly.  Everything progressed well and they started pitocin.  Family visited and LWK was monitored.  He did fine until my doctor came in to deliver another patient.  Maybe he didn't like her either.  His heart would fluctuate and she stopped the pitocin.  At about 6 she came in and told my family that it would be a few hours if they would like to go home, have dinner and come back later.  They left.  J and I tried to sleep.

    At 6:45 she came back in.  She had delivered her other patient and suddenly decided I needed an emergency C-Section.  They start wheeling me out of the room and make J stay there and they would come back for him.  He called our parents.  I felt so alone going down that hall.  They were talking around me, like I wasn't there.  I asked the nurse to tell J to bring the camera.  She said that was his first test of parenthood, to see if he would remember.  Reasonably, he thought you shouldn't bring a camera into a sterile environment.  I was so mad at the nurse.  The only saving grace was the anesthesiologist who talked to me and told me what was going on.  J looked so scared.  I was just trying to not cry from being so mad that NOTHING was happening the way I wanted.  Then we heard LWK's cry.  He was okay.  He had been face up, so that is why I was having such horrible back labor (validation that I wasn't crazy or a wimp when it came to the pain).  His hands were in his umbilical cord and he was squeezing the cord, making his heart rate fluctuate.  I heard my doctor say "time of birth 7:11pm."  He might have been forced to be born on April Fool's Day, but at least he chose a lucky time.

    We didn't get to see him.  He wasn't held up over the sheet separating the patient from the professionals.  I thought it was a given that the parents would get to see the gooey, messy baby.  Especially since he was crying - he had an Apgar score of 9/10!  There was no "congratulations!"  No, "it's a boy!"  No, "Happy Birthday!"  Yeah, we didn't get that.  You know the photos when a baby is first born, when he is on the scale and you get a shot of the weight?  We didn't get that.  No one called J over to see his son.  I asked the anesthesiologist if J could go over and see him.  He said, "of course."  J went over and came back and said "I think we have a LWK."  I asked if he had red hair, J wasn't sure.  J went back over and then brought our little bundle back to me.  He was all swaddled up.  We didn't get to count his toes and fingers or look at his hair color.  I am pretty sure that my doctor was home in time to tuck her kids into bed, how convenient for her.  The only people who saw him when he came into the world were people who didn't care.  We were a procedure, not a family to them.  And that makes me so sad.

    This is the closest newborn shot we got, once we were back in our room and the nurse was showing J how to give him a bath.
    I know this post makes me sound ungrateful  I am thankful each and every day for for this amazing little boy and I never would have forgiven myself if I had taken a stand against all these interventions and something had happened to him.  I just feel so robbed of what should have been a joyous day for our little family.  Lesson learned - if we have another baby, I will find a doctor who will be more sensitive and will do his or her best to make the birth of our child a joyous event for our family.

    Sunday, November 27, 2011

    First Thanksgiving

    It has been a busy long weekend for little LWK.  He had his first Thanksgiving with Grandma and Grandpa.  Since he is teething, I thought he would be having Sophie instead of Turkey, but he finally had grandma's turkey and liked it!
    LWK was all about chewing on Sophie to help his sore gums.

    Mom did a quick change out and that turkey in the mesh feeder worked well on the gums too!

    Of course he was destined to like turkey since he was wearing a shirt that said "My Grandma makes the best turkey!"  Our little turkey was the same size as Grandma's turkey - a bit over 17lbs!

    LWK kind of knows how to crawl.  I have seen him do it, but rolling it still his preferred mode of transportation. This weekend he figured out that an "Army Crawl" is a bit like a Prius, a good hybrid.

    Finally, he is getting his second tooth.  Yes, we are back to drooling and grouchiness.  Right now there is a little tooth peeking out and a hole in his gum.  Poor guy!  Aunt J was able to get him to show us his tooth for a split second when it was just a singleton!

    Wednesday, November 23, 2011

    Thinking Back

    As we continue this first year adventure with LWK, I often find myself thinking about what I was doing, thinking, feeling or worrying about one year ago.  Sometimes I remember that I was so worried that things weren't okay with my pregnancy even though it was a pretty typical pregnancy for the most part.  I remember being so worried if I didn't feel him moving or that his hiccups seemed not to go away (okay, I still worry about how often he gets the hiccups).  I am still amazed at this miracle that came into our lives and how much LWK has changed and how much he has changed us.

    So for the happy part, one year ago today we braved a freak Thanksgiving week snow storm that cancelled school to find out if we needed to plan for pink or blue!  We had agreed that we just wanted a healthy baby and a healthy mom, but it is hard to shake the idea of who I thought I would be a mom to.  I had always imagined that I would have a baby girl, and I think I wanted to be different and end this baby boy streak in our family.  It took a while for the technician to be able to tell us if we were having a boy or girl, but I remember falling in love with that little baby swimming, touching toes and waving at us.  When she told us he was a boy (and he showed us the goods) J was happy to exclaim "and what a boy!" ala Homer Simpson.
    We came home that night and I made a blue cake for the big reveal to the family at Thanksgiving the next day.  As I baked two cakes (the first one turned out GREEN!  I didn't think to leave the yolk out of the egg before adding the blue food coloring)  I worried if I would be a good mom to a boy.  There is such a push in our society to help girls get ahead and I am a part of the first generation of girls that benefited from being able to do all the things the boys could do - sports, college, etc.   But what about the boys?  As a teacher, I see boys falling more behind in school and I worry that LWK won't be able to do all the things he wants to because of the way our society views little boys as wild and unable to have the focus necessary to succeed.  It has really made me think about how I view the boys in my classes and how I want my little boy to behave in school and society.

    I already feel like LWK is a "boy's boy" on his way to becoming a "man's man."  Last week he started laughing when he burped.  He manipulates things with his hands and I can see those little wheels turning in his mind trying to figure out better ways to do things.  He feels the need to lick everything lately - the carpet, the tile, the linoleum.   He WILL NOT sit still.  He bounces all the time if given the opportunity.  He is an incessant flirt already!
    My favorite times by far is when he is my baby boy.  He is cuddly first thing in the morning and as we put him to bed at night.  When we feed him a bottle, his little hands search for our fingers to hold on to.  He touches my necklace gently and has started stroking my hair.  He smiles at me (not just the flirty smile) and it melts my heart every time.  Yes, I am always going to worry if I am going to be a good mom for this little boy.  I hope I can let him be rough and tumble, but I also hope he will be sweet and caring (like his Daddy) and always love his mama.

    Monday, November 21, 2011

    Family Photo

    Last weekend we got the whole family together for family photos.  It is always interesting to try and get small children to look at the camera, smile and generally behave, but our boys did well!
    Our little family

    The proud grandparents

    The whole S-K-K family!

    Wednesday, November 16, 2011


    LWK has been a bit fussy, not liking having his photo taken.

    Drooling a lot.

    Putting everything in his mouth.

    That can only mean one thing - he has his first tooth!  Of course he won't let mom get a photo of said tooth.  It is on the bottom right side and is SUPER sharp.  Oh yeah, and we have our happy baby back now that it broke through!  Enjoy those blue eyes!

    Saturday, November 12, 2011

    The Box

    Like all children, LWK has discovered that the box that the toys came in is far more fun than the toys themselves.

    Thursday, November 10, 2011

    We Have A Crawler!

    So LWK was playing on the floor tonight and wanted a truck that was out of his reach.  I have been working hard to not just hand him things he wants.  He got up on his hands and knees and rocked like he has been doing for a few weeks now.  Suddenly he got his knees and hands going together and he took three good strides.  As soon as he got to the truck, he flopped on his tummy and started rolling - his usual mode of transportation!  Maybe we should be happy that he doesn't quite realize how much power he now wields!

    Sunday, November 6, 2011

    Busy Weekend...

    It was a big weekend for LWK.  On Saturday we started our parent/baby sign language class.  He had a great time checking out the other babies - especially the ones that were VERY mobile.  J and I had fun too and it was nice to do something as a family.  We have been using the signs for milk, change, eat, sleep, more, all done, toys and play.  I think LWK things we are just crazy, but he does watch us so I think there is something making connections in that little brain of his!

    He got to stay with Aunt Julie, Cousin Joel and Uncle Chris for the afternoon on Saturday while mom and dad went to he car show in Seattle.  He was having too much fun to take a nap, so he played with Aunt Julie and helped cousin Joel get used to the idea of having a little brother around!

    On Sunday we went to brunch and he sat in a restaurant high chair for the very first time!  He did a great job playing, checking out the other patrons, screaming....  Yes, screaming is his new way to communicate.  I swear it's because he likes the reaction that it gets from me - picking him up, looking frantically for a toy that pleases him, apologizing to other diners.....

    Mom and LWK - blurry but proof of the restaurant high chair milestone!
    Cozy sweater from a former student's mom.  Perfect for a fall day!
    Why it's perfectly normal for me to explore this with my tongue, thank-you-very-much....
    Today was the end of daylight savings time.  LWK did good sleeping in a bit this morning, but was totally confused by the new bedtime.  Poor guy didn't understand why we were keeping him up and he was a bear to put down since he was overly tired.  It took mom about 3 attempts before she pulled out the big guns of dad to get him down.  Dad has the magic touch, thankfully!

    Tuesday, November 1, 2011

    7 Months Old

    It's hard to believe that we are over half way through LWK's first year!  He has definitely become more roly - poly this month - it was difficult to get un-blurry pics!

    This month LWK is:
    • Is wearing 6 - 9 month clothes, more for length rather than width
    • Wears size 3 diapers
    • Eats 30 - 35 ounces of formula a day
    • Eats one or two small meals each day
    • LOVES his high chair and wants to be a part of meal/snack time at home and at daycare
    • Can sit up for short spurts of time
    • Is no longer the master spitter-upper!!!
    • Has Hair!  Well, he always had it but it was so light he looked bald
    • Is rolling everywhere, no more trusting that he will be where I leave him anymore
    • Can "inchworm" - he gets his rear in the air and flops back down to move
    • He gets on his hands and knees and rocks.
    • He loves his Sophie, anything that crinkles and the chime ball at Grandma and Grandpa's house (that mom loved back in the day too)
    • He has graduated to the big boy carseat.  Funny how my back hurts far less now that I'm not lugging the infant seat around anymore.
    • Had his first big cold (boo)  I think he is FINALLY over it...
    • Due to his cold, his sleeping though the night has regressed a bit (but he has slept through the night for the past two nights!
    • Ate his first solid foods.  In order of most to least favorite:

    1. Carrots!
    2. Pears (this is a new one, the love may wear off)
    3. Applesauce (a good "mixer" for the things he likes less)
    4. Banana
    5. Squash (he likes this mixed with applesauce or pears)
    6. Sweet Potato (he likes this mixed with applesauce or pears as well)
    Definitely my kid - he chooses the sweet first!

    Really, could we love him anymore?  Every day he changes and I love to see his personality come out.  He still loves people and will flirt shamelessly to get attention.  I'm not looking forward to him being afraid of people since he has always been so social!  I think about him all day and look forward to spending the evenings and weekends with him.  I am out the door of work by 3:31 each day and don't look back.